Candy’s well-manicured finger, to be exact. Xxnx “I don’t get off until you do. God, I could even smell her now. In one swift motion, she had my arms pinned down under her legs. Well, maybe not struggling. I sighed and watched and listened to Leon’s grunts and then the final explosion that had him growling and gasping as if he just passed a watermelon through his colon. But I couldn’t say anything. Oh, and the man providing the pistoning was a large Italian stallion named Leon-hardo Dahvi. The whole thing just kept reminding me of how low I had gone in life. They were into it, their minds turned off to the less pleasant aspects of my current life. It’s hot. I glanced up long enough to make sure the lights were on him and Candy’s glistening, wondrous face.
